He had instructed her to wear nothing beneath her robe which lay wide open exposing her breasts and pussy. He had her stroke his cock with one hand wh...ilst using her other to pleasure herself. She could not fathom out why she was so aroused at such humiliation…especially at the hands of her teenage son, but realized that this is what she had craved for since she was 16.Her clit throbbed and she avoided touching it in case it led to her having an orgasm. She could not live with the shame of. .......... It was a saturday afternoon .I knew you were coming over and decided that to keep occupied I would chop some wood and keep busy-already my mind was filled with thoughts of how later we would be and the night ahead was to provide untold and new pleasures as we got to know each others likes and desires-would you be wearing that black negligee or those amazing stocking and suspendors I wondered and hoped.And how long before we got into bed from the moment you arrived-I was alreadt horny. Maybe he simply saw the medal and decided not to push on a hero, but then why push the flag pin routine? Maybe he just doesn’t know what any of it means.”“I don’t know either, buddy, but in my opinion, let sleeping dogs lie.”Andy Stewart shut down the flag pin campaign quick enough, but immediately began pushing elsewhere. The obvious one was that I was trying to buy an election. No matter what I did, I was too rich. If I gave money to a local charity, I was trying to buy their support. Then,. It was the knowledge he could hurt her, and she could do nothing to stop him, that lay at the root of that pleasure. She moaned as his fingers slipped across her nipples, the hard nubs bending over and snapping back as each finger traveled across them. God, how was he doing that, each touch seemed to shoot directly to her ... down there.Her cunt, she thought, that's what he called it. Her pussy, her twat, but his favorite word when he was aroused, or when she was performing for him was that.